Arizona Dream
Pushes him out of the igloo.
While the kid is outside, the two inside start, y’know…
Alright! Stop yelling, we’re on Broadway. Show respect.
Therefore, I know you’re all dying for a piece of wedding cake…
So I will make this short and sweet.
Millie,
dear friends,
waiters and waitresses, I’d like to propose this wedding toast…
Leo! – Not now, Millie.
Come on!
Hey! Don’t fuck around!
Cut it out! Don’t be a jerk! Cut it out!
I got an audition coming up! You’re lucky I don’t kick your ass…
Cut it out! Axel!
You want me to come down? – Come on down!
Stop shaking the ladder! – Axel!
I’m coming down! – Leo!
My boy! – Axel!
I can’t believe it!
You got big on me!
You heard about the wedding? – I did. Congratulations.
I’d be proud if you’d be my best man. – I gotta get back to New York.
Sure… Larry, we have to make Axel an appointment for a fitting.
Honestly, Leo, I’ve got to go.
It’s so good to see you, Axel. You look terrific, Axel.
I just want to show you something. I want to share this with you.
What do you think about my Saguro?
The cactus? – Nice, huh?
Let me let you in on a secret:
When a cactus is that young, it is very vulnerable. That’s why
I planted that Mesquite tree right next to it, for protection.
If you don’t see an older tree nearby a new cactus, you can forget it.
It ain’t gonna make it.
Come on inside. Somebody’s dyin’ to meet you.
Millie! I’d like you to meet my nephew Axel.
Axel, this is Millie.
How do you do?
Aren’t you overdoing it just a little, Millie? – Oh, sorry.
Come on, sit down next to me, Axel.
Lemme get a pair of pants on first…
Stop singing! – I’m not singing. I count!
Count the stitches!
You’ve been on that jacket for a week. Finish it!
Bye bye anybody…
Sorry for interrupting you two, but I had to get my pants on.
Leo’s told me so much about you.
I guess you know I’m gonna be your new aunt.
You’re his… fiancee.
Yeah.
You don’t have to call me Aunt Mille, though. Unless you want to.
How old are you? – Twenty three.
We’re almost the same age…
Isn’t that funny?
Millie, please. Remember we talked about this?
I’m sorry, Leo. Just a second.
Leo’s trying to teach me how to stop crying.
Sweetheart, go in the other room and try on the other dress for Axel.
That’ll get your mind off…
Go in the other room, sweetheart, and try the other dress on.
It’ll take your mind off crying. It’s in the other room!
I’m going. – Do me the favor.
You know, Axel, my little Polish cupcake is very sensitive…
…like the Eastern Europeans are.
But she’s very nice, right? – Very nice, Leo.
And you know how old she is? – She’s young.
Damn right. That’s success.
To achieve that success, you need to sell cars. – I don’t want to.
Axel, my father had the first Cadillac dealership in Arizona in !
He had this magnificent dream, to sell as many cars as he could,
and stack them up until they got high enough so he could walk to the moon.
Isn’t it beautiful? – Very beautiful, Leo. But they’d topple over.
That’s what I said, but he wanted me in the business,
and I resisted, like you’re resisting me.
I’m not resisting, Leo. I just don’t want to sell cars.
What the hell are you afraid of? – Nothing.
One thing I was sure of,
my uncle Leo was definitely the hero of my childhood.
The smell of his “Old Spice” carried me back more than the home movies did.
It was the sweet, cheap smell of car dealers that took me back,
and made me dissolve into the past.
Leo was the last dinosaur that smelled of cheap cologne.
And he believed in the American dream.
I was crazy about him, because he believed in miracles.
Even though he lived inside of life and sold Cadillacs,
he always looked like a -year-old boy whose sleeves were too long.
Leo gave me this movie camera.
My mother always hoped I’d become the next Milton Berle.
But dreams of houses, cars, and lawns aren’t dreams when they become real.
I understood what my mother meant by “Good morning, Columbus.”
Even if she didn’t like what I was doing, I think she’d understand me.
